An interesting Resume-Content writing
A little humour at the start can only portend auspiciousness
Tell me something about yourself……… asked the interviewer
I believe that an interview is a meeting point for the both the prospective – employer and the employee – on an even platter and gauge the suitability of a “marriage”. This section will deal about ME, should you risk shortlisting me. You will hear my ideas laid out in the open so that when we meet, nothing will come as a shock to either of us.
Educational Background: B. Sc. PGDBM
Studied in a Jesuit convent and hence I have a spoken English with an accent that can do a Rajdeep Sardesai proud (BTW, isn’t he too loud?).
I went on to graduate in Maths, Physics and Chemistry but if you ask me to prove Pythagoras theorem now, I will be stumped which a 5th standard boy will happily supply without fuss. Despite the brilliance of my Physics lecturer, I never fully understood the derivation of Einstein’s famed equation. Yet, I mugged myself to a first class.
At my MBA, the scene was all too similar. I never understood the intricacies of consumer behaviour, took ages to understand segmenting and targeting and research; just forget it. I would rather starve myself to death or turn barber than being condemned to conjoint analysis and what have you.
I was extremely lucky to get a management degree in 1992, as I now see it. This is no self deprecating humour but misplaced honesty.
Work Experience: Contract, Ulka, Mudra, Rediffusion
For one so ill prepared at Ghaziabad, I have no complaints.
I had the best of agencies and best of bosses. Some were
truly inspirational: Mr. John Kuruvilla, a man who could lead any industry through sheer force of personality.
Ambi Parameswaran started writing books for idle professors in Harvard, Prasoon Joshi turned worldly by shifting attention from penning verses to coining slogans and the best was Pushpinder, who shared a room at YMCA, Mumbai. All these people thought nice things about me before they became celebrities and I, for once, felt sad being left out of the spotlight.
They could only be one lesson: despite being one of the best “Account Planners”, destiny had not earmarked me in the advertising space. This gets reinforced almost on a daily basis when I visit “Agencyfaqs dot com” where they painfully describe my friends’ achievements without any regard to my feelings.
Mentally, I lost my way too. A heart surgery at the wrong time threw such fears that I mentally gave up on ever returning to normalcy – a dosage of teas and cigarettes after the surgeon had left his trails all over your chest was something I couldn’t fully recover up to.
Make no mistake, I love the industry but it had no space for me sadly.
The Bahrain Experience:
I was in Bahrain for a little less than 100 days and my attitude took a somersault. For the first time in my life I loved to wake up in the morning to work. Brushing shoulders with Brits, Arabs, Yanks, Filipino and obviously the Mallus, who had grown more than the natives, makes you international in your outlook and work efficiency. More than that, you realize your own sense of worth and aware of your efficiencies.
My work was appreciated so much so that my Arab client said in a meeting which was recorded as minutes in govt. autonomous body: “Sathya knows his subject well and he is a man of integrity. So, lets put him in charge…….”.
I have been a recipient of varied compliments but this one is the most memorable. BTW, I still blush and still think that Arabs can teach us a lesson or two on hospitality and efficiency.
There is God, finally……. as I find direction
I was always blessed with a cynicism and this makes me a ready-to-serve writer. Once, I have an idea, my skills with the pen will add that right ambience and emotion. Actually I am cook with words: cook a thought or an emotion and the reader as no choice but to swallow the falsehood (remember we live in a world of propaganda and selling. Haven’t you realized that in today’s age everybody selling something to everybody else and no one buying anything? Otherwise why in hell should I waste my time making a case that I will be your best recruit ever)
I sometimes flatter myself that Anthony’s speech on Caesar’s death was written by a clever speech writer, who could have only been me in that birth. It not only saved his skin but also anoints him to a higher position which would have made a jackal proud. BTW, friends either call me “eagle” or “jackal”.
Copy editing is more taxing and one need “eagle eyes” to spot errors and also withstand the stress of staring in to a stupid Silicon screen. I have the aptitude and a little skill but I would rather indulge in “content generation” for web sites, portals, and what have you.
I would love to have a column in a newspaper and weekly share my humour, observation, and cynicism which the janta will come in large numbers to appreciate. For it’s high time that I give a reason to my bankers for keeping me on the records. I promise that they never made a penny on my account and I love to correct that imbalance and injustice ASAP. With your help, of course.
What’s wrong with the Indian job scene?
- Too much of servility, expected by the man who signs the check.
- Immature Job market
(I can’t for the life of me swallow the fact that fresh IIMs and IITs take home such obscene salaries)
- Software industry has raised the bar for salaries and over heated the economy. Which means that people working in other sectors grow poorer by the year to their cousins in software.
- For one job, there are 3 people working. This means every Indian company whether it generates some work or not dishes out din in the form of gossip and politicking without fail. Sometimes the office resembles a college canteen with a group of overgrown man boasting the new lifestyle talk.
(I would wish to join any company for only 4 to 5 hours of drudgery a day. Only in an exceptional case and necessity would I be inclined to a 9 to 5 slavery. But rest assured, I shall deliver on what I undertake)
On my salary day
The philosophy is that there would not be any change in quantum and quality of work irrespective of what I am paid – be it 10 K or Rs.100 K a month. Except in the former, I will be actively seeking a change to get a job that meets my threshold expectation.
I will be 38 this summer and I feel confident that I am atleast worth that much. One thousand for each year of my life is the simple Math. So, a take home of 38 K with flexible hours would be appreciated and we can start transacting.
Conclusions
Having read this egoistical piece if you are still interested then you are my employer, beyond doubt. Let’s meet and set world class standards and ideas in your firm. As Karan Johar says stupidly: It is not a promise but a guarantee as I borrow his line, for once.
Sathyanarayanan A
Tell me something about yourself……… asked the interviewer
I believe that an interview is a meeting point for the both the prospective – employer and the employee – on an even platter and gauge the suitability of a “marriage”. This section will deal about ME, should you risk shortlisting me. You will hear my ideas laid out in the open so that when we meet, nothing will come as a shock to either of us.
Educational Background: B. Sc. PGDBM
Studied in a Jesuit convent and hence I have a spoken English with an accent that can do a Rajdeep Sardesai proud (BTW, isn’t he too loud?).
I went on to graduate in Maths, Physics and Chemistry but if you ask me to prove Pythagoras theorem now, I will be stumped which a 5th standard boy will happily supply without fuss. Despite the brilliance of my Physics lecturer, I never fully understood the derivation of Einstein’s famed equation. Yet, I mugged myself to a first class.
At my MBA, the scene was all too similar. I never understood the intricacies of consumer behaviour, took ages to understand segmenting and targeting and research; just forget it. I would rather starve myself to death or turn barber than being condemned to conjoint analysis and what have you.
I was extremely lucky to get a management degree in 1992, as I now see it. This is no self deprecating humour but misplaced honesty.
Work Experience: Contract, Ulka, Mudra, Rediffusion
For one so ill prepared at Ghaziabad, I have no complaints.
I had the best of agencies and best of bosses. Some were
truly inspirational: Mr. John Kuruvilla, a man who could lead any industry through sheer force of personality.
Ambi Parameswaran started writing books for idle professors in Harvard, Prasoon Joshi turned worldly by shifting attention from penning verses to coining slogans and the best was Pushpinder, who shared a room at YMCA, Mumbai. All these people thought nice things about me before they became celebrities and I, for once, felt sad being left out of the spotlight.
They could only be one lesson: despite being one of the best “Account Planners”, destiny had not earmarked me in the advertising space. This gets reinforced almost on a daily basis when I visit “Agencyfaqs dot com” where they painfully describe my friends’ achievements without any regard to my feelings.
Mentally, I lost my way too. A heart surgery at the wrong time threw such fears that I mentally gave up on ever returning to normalcy – a dosage of teas and cigarettes after the surgeon had left his trails all over your chest was something I couldn’t fully recover up to.
Make no mistake, I love the industry but it had no space for me sadly.
The Bahrain Experience:
I was in Bahrain for a little less than 100 days and my attitude took a somersault. For the first time in my life I loved to wake up in the morning to work. Brushing shoulders with Brits, Arabs, Yanks, Filipino and obviously the Mallus, who had grown more than the natives, makes you international in your outlook and work efficiency. More than that, you realize your own sense of worth and aware of your efficiencies.
My work was appreciated so much so that my Arab client said in a meeting which was recorded as minutes in govt. autonomous body: “Sathya knows his subject well and he is a man of integrity. So, lets put him in charge…….”.
I have been a recipient of varied compliments but this one is the most memorable. BTW, I still blush and still think that Arabs can teach us a lesson or two on hospitality and efficiency.
There is God, finally……. as I find direction
I was always blessed with a cynicism and this makes me a ready-to-serve writer. Once, I have an idea, my skills with the pen will add that right ambience and emotion. Actually I am cook with words: cook a thought or an emotion and the reader as no choice but to swallow the falsehood (remember we live in a world of propaganda and selling. Haven’t you realized that in today’s age everybody selling something to everybody else and no one buying anything? Otherwise why in hell should I waste my time making a case that I will be your best recruit ever)
I sometimes flatter myself that Anthony’s speech on Caesar’s death was written by a clever speech writer, who could have only been me in that birth. It not only saved his skin but also anoints him to a higher position which would have made a jackal proud. BTW, friends either call me “eagle” or “jackal”.
Copy editing is more taxing and one need “eagle eyes” to spot errors and also withstand the stress of staring in to a stupid Silicon screen. I have the aptitude and a little skill but I would rather indulge in “content generation” for web sites, portals, and what have you.
I would love to have a column in a newspaper and weekly share my humour, observation, and cynicism which the janta will come in large numbers to appreciate. For it’s high time that I give a reason to my bankers for keeping me on the records. I promise that they never made a penny on my account and I love to correct that imbalance and injustice ASAP. With your help, of course.
What’s wrong with the Indian job scene?
- Too much of servility, expected by the man who signs the check.
- Immature Job market
(I can’t for the life of me swallow the fact that fresh IIMs and IITs take home such obscene salaries)
- Software industry has raised the bar for salaries and over heated the economy. Which means that people working in other sectors grow poorer by the year to their cousins in software.
- For one job, there are 3 people working. This means every Indian company whether it generates some work or not dishes out din in the form of gossip and politicking without fail. Sometimes the office resembles a college canteen with a group of overgrown man boasting the new lifestyle talk.
(I would wish to join any company for only 4 to 5 hours of drudgery a day. Only in an exceptional case and necessity would I be inclined to a 9 to 5 slavery. But rest assured, I shall deliver on what I undertake)
On my salary day
The philosophy is that there would not be any change in quantum and quality of work irrespective of what I am paid – be it 10 K or Rs.100 K a month. Except in the former, I will be actively seeking a change to get a job that meets my threshold expectation.
I will be 38 this summer and I feel confident that I am atleast worth that much. One thousand for each year of my life is the simple Math. So, a take home of 38 K with flexible hours would be appreciated and we can start transacting.
Conclusions
Having read this egoistical piece if you are still interested then you are my employer, beyond doubt. Let’s meet and set world class standards and ideas in your firm. As Karan Johar says stupidly: It is not a promise but a guarantee as I borrow his line, for once.
Sathyanarayanan A
Chennai
Sherlock.holmes.gcc@gmail.com
Crowneagle33@hotmail.com
Everything I stated here in these pages is absolutely true and there has been no misrepresentation. Please laugh to your heart’s content!!!!
Sherlock.holmes.gcc@gmail.com
Crowneagle33@hotmail.com
Everything I stated here in these pages is absolutely true and there has been no misrepresentation. Please laugh to your heart’s content!!!!
